The novitiates eagerly gathered around the imposing high priestess, Veela's rattling, golden headdress signaling the authority of her station. The emeralds set in the elaborate tiara complemented the reptilian cleric's green scales beautifully. Tamping a similarly opulent staff to further gather attention, Veela loudly orated "My pious congregation! Worshipers of the mighty Salfinexa, our time of reward and replenishment is at hand! Come to me sisters and be anointed in preparation for Holy Consummation!" As Veela finished her zealous words, her scaly acolytes lined up to be systematically consecrated with sanctified oils.
One by one, the ornately garbed abbess smeared oil on key points across the nearly nude bodies of her fellow devotees, particularly lavishing it on their cloacal slits. After the nervous postulants were prepared for the upcoming ceremony, Veela rasped out further instructions "Remember to hold absolutely obeisance in your hearts as you approach our divine goddess's presence. Cast your eyes low in fealty, prostrate yourself unabashedly, and be rewarded with the ultimate gift, the gift of life!" As Veela finished, a hissing chorus of pious adulation erupted among the zealous lizard women.
The mighty dragoness Salfinexa stared ahead with lordly indifference. Her huge, red-scaled, draconic frame was authoritatively posed over a shimmering hoard of golden treasures. Huge bonfires tended by enslave lizard men caused reflections from Salfinexa's scales and spoils to glimmer across the inscribed walls of the inner temple complex, creating a mesmerizing effect. The approaching priestess and acolytes kowtowed in obedience before the imposing dragoness, who regarded the assembled worshipers imperiously. Veela spoke in quavering reverence to her gracefully reclined goddess "Oh wise Salfinexa, powerful Salfinexa, mystical Salfinexa! Grant us lowly shadows of your reptilian magnificence a share of the bounteous glory you exude! Oh radiant personage, divinity incarnate, grant mercy upon our whole-hearted, beseeching prayers!"
As Veela finished her practiced invocation, Salfinexa responded with a mighty roar, emitting a blazing gout of flame from her mouth above the heads of the congregation. The rush of heat washed over the scaly, oiled bodies of the fearful lizard women, but their convictions held, and the lot stood their place. "Assemble, Children of Salfinexa! Place yourselves upon the Holy Pedestals!" came the female dragon's roaring voice, as she gestured a clawed hand towards an assembled array of smooth, stone knobs, spaced out before the dais were she reclined on heaving riches. Veela motioned for the nervous acolytes to comply, as they anxiously approached the emplaced protrusions, their intent becoming apparent. The room was soon filled with hissing giggles, grunts, and moans, as the lizard woman awkwardly squatted down before the presence of their holy idol. One by one, the obedient lizard women slowly coaxed the stony dildos into their glistening cloacas. Some of the reptilian girls had to shift their tails or stretch gradually into position, but soon the entire crowd was erotically posed before the exalting dragoness.
Once positioned, the dragoness seemed immensely pleased, and began droning a booming, hissing incantation that reverberated throughout the enclosed space. The acolytes drifted into a trance, breathing rapidly as their bodies clenched around the invading stone knobs they were perched upon. Salfinexa's eyes glowed an eerie purple as the electric scent of magic flooded the room, and soon the enraptured worshipers were gasping and grunting in intense sexual pleasure, the dragoness's own eyes seemingly rolling over in erotic bliss as well. By arcane enchantments, Salfinexa looped the erotic emanations of the assembled crowd with herself, creating an overwhelming cacophony of simultaneous erogenous experience. As the titillating bliss reached a crescendo, squeaking cries rang out as purple runes glowed upon the pelvis's of the squatting lizard women, as powerful fertility magic slowly filled their egg clutches with an unnatural quickening. This was followed by intense, body-shaking orgasms, as the sexual magic of Salfinexa empowered her pious followers.
Upon cue, a phalanx of nude, scrawny, half-emaciated lizard men were viciously marched forward at spear-point by chainmailed temple warriors. Rather than being sexually exhausted, Veela's female acolytes were filled with a ravenous amorous appetite, their beguiled minds lusting to complete the ritual. The squatting lizard women heaved off their stone dildos, and set upon the demure slave men like wolves, throwing them down roughly to the stone temple floor and mounting upon them. Some of the lizard men hissed out in alarm as they were assertively taken, but others merely resigned themselves to the rough ministrations of the frenzied novitiates. Soon, each of the enchanted lizard women had locked themselves into an intimate cloacal kiss with their submissive male partners. With the power of Salfinexa in their bodies, a perverse inversion of intercourse was performed. The enraptured acolytes oviposited their enchanted egg clutches deep into the rectums and bowels of the terrified males, many of whom hissed out in alarm at the intense, filling sensation of being injected with dozens of slimy eggs. Some of the slave men's swelling hemi-penises could be seen awkwardly peaking out from between their scaly, intertwined thighs, as the females intentionally prevented the natural process of lizard people intercourse from taking place.
None of the reptilian creatures within the temple were prepared for the absolute chaos and devastation that happened next. An ornately inscribed stone wall crashed in with a stupendous clatter, rocky shrapnel flying everywhere, killing several temple guards, acolytes, and slaves. The roaring sound of battle entered into the stunned chamber, as several arrows flew into the newly opened breech. Armored lizard women assembled around the ruined wall opening, as Salfinexa herself nervously peered out to observe the situation. The magical dragon's timing was as poor as the enemy catapult's aim was true, as another stone came crashing in, and smashed into splinters upon Salfinexa's jaw. The dragon's mandible too appeared to shatter from the impact, Salfinexa awkwardly clutching her misaligned muzzle. Hissing in pain, unable to roar from injury, the dragoness promptly flew off through the rent opening, abandoning her riches and scaly followers to their fate.
The temple guardians tried to fight off the invaders, but the armored humans stood nearly twice as tall as the average lizard person. Soon, roaring berserkers wielding greataxes were charging through the temple's breech, as acolyte and slave alike clutched at each other fearfully in the shadows and corners of the ruined complex. Veela and the demoralized temple guards were mercilessly cut down, as the hulking human warriors soon began grabbing and jockeying for loot among Salfinexa's coveted hoard. The despoilers seemed intent on taking slaves, too, as they began roughly hogtying and carting off unarmed lizard people, ignoring their hissed complaints and weak struggling motions.
Such was the fate of young Root, a confused, frequently mistreated, male lizard slave. His mind was still spinning from having recently undergone the indignity of having a particularly large clutch of eggs anally implanted in his bowels. Root couldn't even mentally process what was happening as a human warrior stood over him, and roared at the terrified lizard in a strange, guttural language. Root just bowed down fearfully like the acolytes did, his scaly tail waggling around anxiously. The rough human heaved the scrawny lizard over his bearskin-covered shoulder. Root responded by demurely clutched at at the viking's chainmailed vest as he was carried off, wincing as the big human's gait made the eggs in his bowels jostle. Within minutes, Root was taken into a longship on the shore, which was heaved off the beach and set off to sea with stupendous haste. Throughout the trip, the viking kept his arm firmly curled around the subjugated reptile, as if making sure his prize wasn't spirited away by an opportunist during the rough voyage home. Root responded by compliantly curling up to the bizarre, sweating human that now lorded over him. The little lizard man hoped his new master was kind, even if he smelled terrible.
Upon arriving at his human master's rocky homeland, Root struggled to adjust to life as a thrall. The language barrier made it difficult for Root to understand the intricacies of the many chores his master assigned him. Maintaining a ritual space was much different from fulfilling the domestic duties for an overlord of another species. Root particularly struggled to manage his owner's chickens, the fowl immediately recognizing and exploiting Root's fear of their avian prowess. But upon seeing the chicken-scratched lizard man, the viking just yelled out foreign words and slapped him. Root began fearfully cowering and meekly hissing in response to avoid further admonishment. By the end of the day, the only thing Root had really managed to learn, was that his viking master's name was Logar.
Root listlessly milled at the entrance to Logar's house, hoping to catch the human's eye. It was getting dark and cold, and the lizard man was desperately hoping he would be allowed inside, afraid of sleeping outdoors in such a strange new place. Though Root realized he was even more afraid of being placed with his owner's other creatures, in the chicken coop. As the sun finished setting, the viking opened the door and brusquely ushered Root into the one-room hovel. Gesturing at a suspended kettle and a bag of grain, Root managed to figure out his intended task, perhaps guided by his hungry stomach. Using his skills at lighting temple bonfires, Root cooked the grain into a gruel, offering it to Logar. Root obediently knelt at the viking's feet as his master ate, watching with big, plaintive eyes, hoping to elicit sympathy. The small lizard man was eventually granted the mostly-emptied pot, Root eagerly licking it clean with his bifurcated tongue.
Over a lifetime of slavery, the diminutive lizard man had learned to read the mood of his masters. It was an important survival skill for someone of such low station, and Root could keenly detect a shift in Logar's attitude. The big human was intently staring at the kneeling reptile, as Root suddenly felt awkward and vulnerable, trying to figure out what the incensed viking wanted. As if to display dominance, the muscular warrior firmly grasped Root by the base of his muscular tail, and heaved the lizard up into the air. Root grunted from being suspended by his tail, as the viking gracelessly carried the squirming lizard over to his primitive hay bed. The panicked reptilian man was afraid of further maltreatment from his master, but upon noticing the viking lowering his leather breeches, Logar's intent toward Root soon became clear. The lizard man balked at the viking's girth, afraid of another round of intense anal oviposition. Yet, Root found himself soon pressed unceremoniously onto his belly against the straw filled mattress, as Logar climbed atop him.
A frustrated hiss escaped the lizard man's lips, as he felt the viking pulling his tail aside to reveal his cloaca. Root knew what this meant. The lizard man slave had never experienced any sex before, but he had seen enough lizard people mating rituals to know what was going on. His mind was racing with trepidation and confusion, not knowing whether to fight or submit. But after feeling the crude but enthusiastic way that Logar gripped his scaly hips, the lizard man decided to go along with it, submitting to his new master's advances. He lay passively on his belly, as Logar leaned over him and intimately kissed at the side of his long snout. In response, Root instinctively flicked his tongue out at the big human's nose, tasting his sweaty, musky skin. The lizard man's head was then pushed back down by Logar's hand, and the big human grabbed at his scaly tail, holding it up as Logar guided his engorged rod into position. Root began hissing involuntarily, as he felt the hot flesh of his owner's erect penis pressing against his sensitive cloaca. The big human's thick shaft slid deep into the quivering reptile, as Logar slowly impaled Root. It was only after being penetrated by so many acolytes, that the little reptilian man was able to accept such a large human member.
Eventually, Root's body adjusted to the penetration, and he began pushing back in time with the thrusting of the viking's organ. Root was beginning to enjoy the experience, until he felt the insistent tip of the human's warm penis dislodging one of the eggs in his bowels. A moment later, and Logar awkwardly withdrew his cock as an egg popped out of Root's gaping cloaca and rolled across the hay-filled bed. The lizard man's scaly tail whipped around in surprise as the egg rolled under the bed, and out of sight. Root looked up at Logar apprehensively, wondering how to communicate how precious the life-bearing egg was, despite the language barrier. But before he could reply, Logar mounted him again, and shoved his dick back into the loosened cloaca of the little lizard man. The reptilian slave groaned in discomfort as the big human began thrusting into his bowels, with a renewed vigor. After several more minutes of thrusting, Logar's hips bucked forward